Someone Knows

A deep baritone voice said, "You are having problems, aren't you?"

I tensed. I didn't know this person. "What do you mean? Who is this?"

The man on the other side growled impatiently. "Come, now, girl; this is no time to play games. Are you pregnant? Or perhaps you have a glass phallus stuck inside you somewhere. Obviously you are still adult in thought and action, but perhaps one of your companions isn't so lucky, girl."

My heart was pounding. He knew something. "What do you know about...these things?" I asked.

"I know plenty, girl. And I know how to fix your problems. My price is easy to meet. All you have to do is give me the crystal you stole."

*Holy shit. He knew everything.* "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my heart racing.

The deep baritone voice chuckled. "Of course you don't, girl. I will call back tomorrow, then, in case your memory improves." And then there was a thunderous click in my ear.

"WAIT! WAIT!" I screamed. Too late; I was holding a dead line.